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This fanfic is being rewritten as the original seemed too rushed and unpredictable in my liking!

Its going to take awhile with continuing and the posts of chapters but i will try!

Its mainly based on sbi, dadinnit and clingyduo but also hangs loosely on the fact Tommy’s a werewolf.

Wilbur is not apart of sbi in my au, but he was Techno’s childhood bestfriend and is somewhat like a family member.

Any suggestions, helping on writing or comments with encourage me to finish!

Hope you all enjoy this awesome fanfic in the making!

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The server was healing.

It was around two years after the disc wars, and people were doing better.

Dream and Punz were defeated, lured in by Tommy and Tubbo to their deaths.

The Eggpire corrupted after the new admin, George, sorted the virus out.

Tubbo, Ranboo Ghostboo and Micheal settled back in Snowchester. They were finally able to do up the place, with the help of Foolish.

After acknowledging the Karl situation, Drista volunteered to try fix his memory problems. It worked, yet he still forgot certain things.

Him, Quackity and Sapnap all got back together after long chats with Puffy about it; and ended up moving in with each other.

Other members built farms, shops and houses without the lingering fear of them being destroyed.

Technoblade, Wilbur and Philza left before the final war (no one mentions them anymore).

Puffy’s therapy reopened, lessing stress and guilt most DreamSmp members carried.

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Ears pricked upright, Tommy stalked around his house.

He could hear them, yet they remained hidden. Even his werewolf senses struggled.

His pupils were slit, feet silently weaving through objects on the floor with practiced ease.

A small sound caught Tommy’s attention and his head swirled around, eyeing a dark corner in his living room.

He pressed himself up against a wall, tail slightly puffed as he readied a pounce.

Tommy shot forward, picking up the person swiftly, and heaved them over his shoulder.

“Mimi! Let goooooo~” Shroud, his spider-hybrid son, squealed, weakly punching his back.

“No Shroud, you need a bath!” He huffed.

Grunting as small hands scrunched up his shirt, he walked into the bathroom, ta swinging lazily.

Tommy placed his son on the toilet and shut the door, filling the tub.

“But I don’t want to!” He huffed, crossing his arms.

Tommy turned to face the hybrid, eyes softening.

Shroud’s skin was a medium grey, small freckles spotted around. He had four pair of red eyes, one set above the other, curly, black hair slightly covering the top of his face like a certain goat-hybrid he knew.

He was wearing a dark red cardigan, made by Tommy after Puffy suggested he took up knitting, and a white shirt; followed by comfy black shorts and no socks.

Tommy sighed and sat down, crossing his legs as he stared at the hybrid, currently curled up on the toilet seat.

“Hey bud, i know you hate water, but you want to see Micheal,  Uncle Tubbo and Ghostboo tomorrow right?”

“Yeah.. but why do i need a bath?” Shroud looked up, hands fiddling with his cardigan sleeves.

“Because you need one, even if we weren’t going to Snowchester, i’d still make you have one.” Tommy answered, turning on cold and adding bubbles to the bathtub.

“Ughhhh fine..” The spider hybrid agreed, like he had a choice, getting undressed in a grump.

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Tommy walked past Shroud’s room, listening out for the usual soft snoring from inside. He shook his head with a smile, heading towards his own room.

He flicked the hallway light off, shutting his door. All doors and windows were locked, no one would ever dare break in with the settled peace, but he was still slightly paranoid from the wars.

Tommy snuggled under the covers, listening to the calming sounds of the night.

It seemed the owl that had taken its home in his bird box had awaken, a loud call for its companion echoing through the air.

He rolled onto his belly, spreading out across his bed as he wondered what plans Tubbo had for him.

Tommy fell asleep that night, latched on to his worn down cow plushie, Henry, with no real worry about what was going to happen tomorrow.